Fossick

"C'est assez fort d'être seul dans un lieu si immense et si insolit, où le contact ne se fait q'entre toi et les murs, et rien d'autre. Tu entres dans un monde parallèle, fermé sur toi-même. J'aimais aussi cetter idée d'un lieu éphemère. Une dernière intervention et puis tout disparaît."

Here's to Chaos:

..and contemplation? Or are they the same?

Hours in tattered cover pouring over Neuroscience, art and fashion magazines and a cup of coffee while the snow drifts down is lovely lovely way to spend a day. Meditation is in the calm whilst the mind churns some kind of vatic and menacing vision, material, concept or space?

A combination of the recent unrest in Egypt, reading of Freud and the unconscious, snow, article in Discover magazine about how the input from the internet is a change in the functionality of the brain and attention (which I tried to repost here), a skimming of this book, and the color and happenings of last night have left me twiddling upon a susurrous orb of thought. Fragmentary at best, but it's fluttering as I tap and scallop text upon the box. Here's to attempting to delineate distractions and enhance a keenness of function and focus. Intentionality? Perhaps. Direction? I would hope so. Fortified directions or just strong gusts and blusters? There is something uncanny and beautiful to be found here, hence the commencement of a rigorous (re)search! To the uncanny aggregate!